"Hmm!" Qing Yun snorted, his black pupils shrank suddenly, he lowered his head, and his whole body seemed to have become dazed.
Sure enough.
An inescapable sense of fate enveloped all the federal soldiers, and they relaxed their bodies.
There's even a huge sense of relief welling up in their hearts, no one can escape this trick, can't they
Although the boy survived the corporal punishment with his frail body, he couldn't bear the mental shock.
Yabolun snorted and leaned back on the chair relaxedly.
Chris walked up to Qing Yun step by step, and the sound of his footsteps was mixed with subtle heaviness.
It's time for you to act.
No, wait any longer. Chris heard a voice in his heart say this.
"Dr. Lamir, where are you?" Chris stared fixedly at Qing Yun, who was dazed, with his cold silver eyes. As long as the boy opened his mouth to answer, he would launch an attack.
"The Doctor is..."
The young man with a dazed face suddenly raised his head, his flying hair was full of rustle, and his eyes, like the starry night sky, suddenly recovered, "Why should I tell you where he is?"
The boy even flew up and kicked the man's broad shoulders. Although it didn't shake Chris' figure at all, he was bounced back and turned around uncontrollably.
what's the situation
He is not affected
Everyone was surprised, and even Chris' pupils shrank for a moment.
The mocking smile on Qing Yun's face deepened, and he thought that this mental deterrent was something great, but it turned out that this little power couldn't touch his soul at all.
"Bang!" Yalun crushed the wine glass, and he suppressed his fury and asked, "What's going on? Is the instrument broken?"
Just a transmission line of the mental deterrent can deter a soldier with extreme mental strength into a fool. He also used the mental deterrent because he suspected that the young man was weak but his mental power level was not low through yesterday's torture.
Didn't expect it to be useless
The captive, who was already ashamed, was also taken aback at this moment, staring blankly at the little boy who was hanging, his eyes full of disbelief.
Qing Yun raised his chin proudly, his eyes seemed to be burning with fierce flames: "The Federation will not be defeated!"
Aberon walked over angrily, grabbed a star thief and connected a mental deterrent to the back of his head, within a second the star thief had a dull face and answered questions.
Throwing down the star thief in his hand, Ya Yalun stared at Qing Yun, and ordered Chris in a deep voice: "Then connect him with the transmission line."
The sense of relief that just rose in Chris's heart was suppressed again. The boy can support one transmission line, but what about two or three
He didn't take back the mental tentacles floating beside the boy, picked up a transmission line and connected it to the back of the boy's head again.
The boy's unruly expression didn't change, and he even snorted disdainfully while looking at Ya Yalun.
Two, three, four...
Ten, twenty...
The scattered transmission lines next to the mental deterrent gradually decreased. In contrast, the back of the boy's head was stabbed like a hedgehog.
Everyone's eyes slowly changed, looking at Qing Yun to looking at a monster.
Finally, the last transmission line was connected to the back of the boy's head, and the mental deterrent was even turned on to the highest gear.
But the boy still didn't show any signs of being overwhelmed, his eyes were bright, and his gaze was radiant, without any trace of sluggishness at all.
All the captives behind Qingyun stood up at this moment, leaning on the railing and staring blankly at the boy hanging there with transmission lines densely connected behind his head. His image at this time was pitiful and ridiculous, but the captured federal soldiers couldn't arouse any desire to laugh.
Their hearts are full of admiration and shame.
Such a frail young man who has not experienced any military training, and may not even be an adult, has actually withstood the impact of a whole mental deterrent.
Behind Qing Yun, Chris lowered his eyes to cover the admiration in his eyes.
Knowing that Qing Yun is an omega, he was even more shocked by this. Even the current general of the Fourth Army, Cauchy, could not sustain such a powerful mental shock.
What kind of powerful energy is contained in his weak body
Even after witnessing Qing Yun's strength, Chris still felt a little heartache for him for the first time. Because he could see clearly from behind, the young man seemed to be extremely afraid of pain. When the needle clip of the transmission line pierced the flesh of the back of the head, it would always cause the back of his neck to twitch slightly.
But even so, the boy remained silent.
"The Federation will not be defeated!" Qing Yun raised his head and repeated again, as if laughing at Yalun's previous words.
He will not be defeated by the mental deterrent, the Federation will not be defeated by the flamingo, and Qing Yun will never fail in this mission.
Aberon's face was completely gloomy, and he approached the hanging man step by step with heavy steps. He stretched out his hand to pinch the chin that was white and purple in front of him, and asked Qingyun word by word: "Tell me, How high is your spiritual level?"
"I'm really sorry, I'm just an ordinary student of the Singing Department of the Federal Supreme Art Academy with mental power A."
When talking about the Supreme Art Academy of the Federation, the boy's eyes were burning, his brows and eyes were flying, and he seemed extremely proud.
Standing behind him, there was a flash of dumbfounding in Chris' inorganic silver eyes, and he was almost bluffed by him.
Those who don't know must think that the Federation's Highest Academy of Arts is a high-level institution, but in the Federation, this is only a school that is ridiculed for the worthless omega.
After all, with Cauchy as the first of its kind, omega with some ability cut their heads and went to the military academy.
The teenager must have his own brilliant artistic dream in his heart, Chris thought.
"A+?" Yalun gritted his teeth, is this guy laughing at himself? Yabo Lun himself has SS-level mental strength, and he knows that he will never be able to support the transmission lines of so many deterrents.
Suddenly, his complexion changed, and his voice became weird, "Academy of Art? Oh, that means, your highest physique is a C."
Hearing this, the boy really opened his eyes wide.
Barron laughed and turned around, throwing the whip to Chris again from yesterday.
Chris' hand holding the whip gave a slight pause.
The next round of flogging came like this, and Yarron did not let Chris unplug the transmitter of the shock device. After all, physical and mental torture are more cruel and exciting.
The mental deterrent still had a slight impact on the boy's body. Chris whipped the whip down, and the boy who had always gritted his teeth and said nothing couldn't help but groan.
Although the ensuing cry of pain was swallowed by the boy in time, the tempting hum at that moment was still as captivating as the siren's singing. With the teenager's white and transparent skin, bloody wounds, and messy and alluring black hair, it was simply a feast of beauty.
The star thieves who watched the punishment all showed a hint of fascination on their faces.
Admiral leaned back on the chair with a look of enjoyment. He first raised a finger to silence the possible sounds around him, and then told Chris: "Be more serious, I want to hear his lovely voice."
Chris tightened his hand holding the whip, and then almost crushed the handle of the whip.
This young man who has gritted his teeth for his own country until now should not bear such insults.
The sound of the whip whipping became more urgent following Yarron's order, and a thought emerged in Chris's mind, pulling him into the abyss.
Isn't he the one who is called the patron saint of the Federation who did more extreme things to the boy and made Jorah extremely painful
Chris continued to whip like an emotionless machine, but his heart seemed to be squeezed tightly, and the dizziness of lack of oxygen controlled his brain.
The boy's eyes were bright, and Chris even saw the most beautiful night sky in the Federation in his eyes. But now he wants to torture the owner of such a pair of beautiful eyes inhumanely.
The entire interrogation room was silent, only the sound of the whip hitting the flesh, the young man really held back, not a single sound came out of his throat.
However, in this case, to the ears of these star thieves, the sound of the young man's breathing was completely alluring.
Opposite to this is the imperial captives behind Qingyun. Their eyes are fixed on the strong young man in front of them. Their bodies, which have been slumped for a long time, gradually stand upright. They raise their heads and chests, their eyes are firm. posture.
The boy's persistence seemed to rekindle the faith in their hearts.
This torture was extremely long for Chris, as if he was the one who was tied up and whipped, and his whole heart seemed to be roasted on the fire.
The boy in front of him was unexpectedly strong, new wounds covered old wounds, making his dilapidated body even more fragile.
Blood mixed with sweat stuck to his black hair, and his lips were bright red from being bitten by a teenager, which was the color of blood.
During the eight hours of whipping, the boy didn't shed a single tear, didn't make a sound, and even tried his best to keep himself from fainting due to exhaustion. Those eyes looked straight into Chris's eyes with pride and disdain.
As if to say to him, come on, see if I can hold on
Chris didn't know what kind of strength he used to swing the whip, and what kind of strength he used to restrain the trembling of his hands.
All he knew was that he couldn't fail.
The boy persisted like this, so he couldn't fail.
Finally, today's torture was over, the sound of the whip dancing disappeared, only the boy's low gasps remained.
Because the whipping force was too strong, several transmission lines at the back of Qingyun's head even broke free, and the transmission lines caught crow-feather hair and a small piece of bloody scalp fell off.
Chris stepped forward and reconnected the transmission line to the back of the boy's head. With all the strength in his body, he restrained himself from reaching out to caress his soft black hair.
He should have... comforted this passionate and proud young man with encouragement.
"Tomorrow, I will continue to bring you some gadgets." Yarron walked out with a satisfied expression on his face. He hoped that the young man would persevere. Such an aesthetic interrogation shouldn't stop, right
Chris walked out after Ya Lun, without looking back at Qing Yun.
His steps were still as carefully calculated as they were at the beginning, every step was exact, but the hand hidden by his side was tightly clenched into a fist.
For the first time, he knew what "suffering" was.
The war between the Federation and the Flamingos has been protracted, and the Federation army, which used to have the upper hand, was defeated this time.
Because Chris played.
"Damn it!" Lucas, the general of the Second Legion, slammed the table hard, and his brows were tightly frowned, "Let those old people in the parliament come up and try by themselves? Damn, it's Chris, that fighter How can I win this fight!"
With a gentle face, Cauchy inserted his long fingers into Lucas's hair, soothing him.
Today, the Second Legion and the Fourth Legion came out jointly, with more than ten times the strength of the Flamingos, but they were still defeated. Chris led the Star Thief to tease them like a cat and a mouse, and they were powerless to fight back.
"Chris is familiar with the combat style of the Federation, and it is understandable that he will win."
"That's why Chris' betrayal is terrible." Lucas wiped his face fiercely.
After a long silence, Cauchy suddenly said, "Jorah... is on the hijacked starship."
It was said that Lucas clenched his fingers for a moment, and then his voice became cold again: "Oh, I just hope he doesn't make any more troubles."
Both Lucas and Jorah were orphans, and they grew up dependent on each other. As a teenager, the promises and promises came naturally, but Lucas quickly entered the military academy because of his physique and mental strength, and climbed all the way.
But Jorah, who was younger than him, was still a student at the Art Academy.
After meeting Cauchy, Lucas was immediately attracted by his strength, and the two's personalities matched each other quite well. Lucas didn't hesitate for long before deciding to break off the engagement with Jorah. After all, he was more compatible with Cosey, wasn't he
"He is just an ordinary citizen of the Federation in my heart." Lucas patted Cauchy on the shoulder and walked out.
Jorah's quarrel when he knew he was abandoned had already wiped out the warmth in Lucas's heart, and now his impression in Lucas's mind is probably worse than that of a stranger.
Coxi frowned and sighed as he watched Lucas leave in a hurry.
The Flamingo finally ushered in a victory, and the Star Bandits gathered to celebrate.
Chris dislikes alcohol and noise, so he leaves the party early. The star thieves who are familiar with his character didn't stop him, and Aberon didn't care too much, after all, he installed a monitor on Chris.
Walking along the corridor to his room, when he reached a fork in the road, Chris paused and turned in another direction.
It's nice to get back to his room from here, too, but it's not the shortest route Chris usually takes.
The interrogation room was on Chris's right, and he walked forward without stopping.
Suddenly, he stopped.
There is singing in it.